Sundays are traditional fish and chips for us. I can ring up our local fish and chip shop and instantly the staff know our order. "2 cod and chips, crumbed, chicken salt, no lemon. Any prawn cutlets or seafood salad this week?" Our local is run by a young lady, her auntie and uncle and another lady that I'm not sure how she's related to the crew. Gorgeous family and swift prompt service, week after week, even after 6.5 years of living here.
affron bun, two hash browns, scrambled eggs, bacon, some meatballs, two sausages, two cinnamon rolls, and a cloudy apple juice. Yum.
The final straw in my day going downhill was my secret Santa not attending the breakfast. After everyone had gotten their staff gifts, my department headed to a different room for our secret Santa swap. Mine wasn't there so I walked out without a surprise gift. I got home and went back to bed. Nothing else I could do would improve upon the morning so sleep was my only option. I woke up at 3 in the afternoon, in a slightly better mood. Coworkers that might be reading this: if you liked the gift we got this year, good for you. I didn't. Doesn't mean I'm not grateful for it, just means I didn't like it. And I'm allowed to say so. *</end of venting>*
One of my mummy friends was there so I gifted her this little chocolate bag I decorated and made. She liked it. :)
Family dinner at mum and dad's. First one in ages!
Cookies? Not enough butter or brownsugar or eggs. Bread? That I can do! Two loaves in fact! Muzak for the day? RelientK.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my week.
Til next week....
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